+ 23 weeks +
I was looking forward to seeing this one tick by, and I'm not entirely sure why. I think it's mattering more to me than I expected that we get closer to that viability point, where if you came early you'd be okay. Obviously, after 23 weeks (19 weeks of knowing about you), I'm rather attached to you. I can't bear to think of something bad happening to you. So, please just hang out, grow bigger and stronger, and be patient. I'm saying these things today, especially, because I think during the night last night I might have had some Braxton-Hicks contractions. I'm not sure, but I have a feeling that's what was happening. It doesn't worry me terribly; it does happen, and will continue to happen. But it's making me more acutely aware of where we are in this journey and how much time is left.

We were supposed to have an OB Dr. appointment yesterday, Baby O. But, as is bound to happen with an obstetrician given the nature of the business, Dr. U. was at the hospital delivering a baby when he was supposed to be chatting with me. I thought the appt. was with the nurse, but apparently it was supposed to be with him (and I guess only with him). So we had to re-schedule for next Tuesday at 4:30. So, I have to wait another 6 days to hear you or find out exactly how much ridiculous weight I've gained.

You are very active this late morning, after nothing in early morning. I swear, each day you find a new part of my stomach area to kick. You're kicking me so far over on the right side of my tummy, I didn't think it was possible! Anyway, I think that's all for our news this morning. I'm going to go do some research on BH contractions now and make sure we're doing okay.

Oh, and readers out there: Thank you for explaining why you haven't entered guesses! I totally understand, and just want to thank you for reading along. Without comments on this journal (deliberately), that guess board is the closest thing I have to getting feedback from you, so I just got a little anxious. :-)